[CHAR] Labyrinth

[Double Capybara]

Name: Amanda De Bourgogne

Title:

Age: 22

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Hider

A slim woman who always has a half smile on her face, she is about 1,68m tall and has a body that is soft enough to show she was not trained to be a warrior. She has a flecked face, brown hair and magenta eyes. She likes to wear well but practically, preferring to avoid long dresses or skirts.

Personality: She is someone who at first is very pleasing, she smiles a lot and has gentle words. Despite that being mostly a mask her true personality isn't that far, she just happens to be more prone to make the nasty observations and laugh at other's mistake. She tries her best to be on nobody's bad side, so she keeps her business honest and avoids causing too much harm to others. She also has a true sense of chivalry, but its more because she thinks it is fancy than an ideal of justice.

Biography: She is the daughter of a merchant lord, that means she is better off than the average peasant but has not the regalia of a noble. She lived a pretty simple life in a coastal city, she played with kids across the streets, was a pretty face to distract her father's clients and studied in the local academy, she studied battling with rapiers as a hobby, her main objective was to acquire the right to carry swords in public, just to put a little more respect whenever she was dealing with someone.

When the gods she received a message from Hermes, her father at first tried to dissuade her from getting involved with the Labyrinth but she was keen on accepting the call.

Skills:
- Similar to fencing her swordsmanship is focused thrusting attacks while parrying or dodging the enemy's blade. She uses the rapier and has little experience with anything larger or smaller than that. Of course, she also don't use a shield, since her whole style is focused on avoiding attacks.

- She has experience with commerce, being trained on the social skill required to talk with clients and the logistic necessary to run a business. She has no training in any craft

- Being a child who played a lot in a city and who later trained on an agile battle-style she is moderately dexterous with movements, not as good as an acrobat but she knows how to move well while jumping or running.

Guild: Hermes

Equipment:

12 gold
A light leather armor dyed white and magenta
A white cape
A rapier
Simple metallic jewelry like tin bracelets and amber necklaces
Pairs of clothing, some simple but many quite fancy, all of them practical.

[Dawn]

This NPC is less here as a "character" and more here just so that, when you go to the market to buy and sell miscellaneous loot, you're not talking to a faceless merchant. As such, he is a one-dimensional piece of trash with less detail in his sheet than there is in this description of why I made him.

He also might be able to give you better prices on magic weapons/armor than Hephaestus and potions than Thoth, if you raise your relationship with him high enough. Until then, though, you should probably stick to buying those specific things from the Gods. Use him well. I present to you, your merchant.

Don't be a baka, shop at Tanaka's~

"That'll be twelve gold."

Name: Tarou Tanaka

Age: 25

Gender: Male

Personality: Loves three things in this world: money, meat, and women, in that order. A horrible womanizer who is more obsessed with gold than any Old West prospector could imagine. To the end of pursuing those three things, he adopts traits deemed as necessary for this pursuit. There is no sense of development, or depth, or anything of that nature. He is a perfectly one-dimensional human being; any inkling of him being anything else is a misconception of his design, not unlike drawing a two-dimensional picture that seems to "pop" out of the page.

Biography: As one could hopefully gather from his name, Tarou Tanaka's parents were unoriginal and boring people. As he was raised in such an environment, in which each day was as stagnant and uneventful as the next, Tarou took on the mindset of "fuck this shit". To this end, he stole his parents' money and ran away from home. Their entire life savings. They may or may not have starved as a result, but who knows, really? With that amount of capital as a base, Tarou took to buying and selling goods from other individuals, acting as an intermediary to skim profits off of the top. This worked surprisingly well.

And then something about an ancient tomb being unsealed and beings beyond reason descending from the heavens happened, or whatever. Regardless, once Tarou had heard the word "treasure", he made the Labyrinth his focus, and partnered up with the most appropriate God for his own desires the very second he could.

So here we are, I guess.

Skills:

Business Talent: Propensity for "capitalism, ho!". Negotiation, generation of income, and all the necessary abilities to keep a stable cashflow without leaving a store are inherent to him. The only real talent he has.

Fisticuffs: Combat prowess is exemplary. At the peak of his abilities, with the blessings of his god magnifying his strength far beyond his base parameters, he is capable of besting a five-year old in single combat through skillful employment of "punching".

Appraisal: Ability to gauge the value or worth of an object. If it can be sold, he can calculate a market price for it. Due to zero magic knowledge, the same as everyone else, this will understandably be far less accurate for magic items. Makes a hobby out of applying this to people; however, judging from how low he gives those values, he must be joking about it...probably.

Running Like A Bitch: A last-ditch move of utmost desperation. The only tactic available when fighting monsters that defy common sense, such as six-year old children and above. Running form is actually very decent.

Guild: Hermes

Equipment: Magnifying glass, a small dagger, enough capital to purchase a small African nation a sizable fortune in gold (2000), one bottle of wine.

[Yuri]

Senna, the Ranger

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Name: Senna Small-stalk. Called the "Shadowkitten", or just "Kitten" in her hometown.

Title: -

Age: 11

Gender: Female

Personality: Senna is a happy sort of child, the kind that isn't easily brought down and who recovers quickly when they are. She's a survivalist by nature, a careful, practical girl who can be trusted to be reliable during tough situations. She has a certain, cat-like curiosity to her, but she is always sure to keep a handle on herself so that it doesn't get her into trouble. Her sense of adventure is strong, despite her general level-headedness.

She is a person who puts the most importance on self-interest, and considers the needs of others second. She's not above using underhanded tactics to keep herself going, and unlike what you would expect from someone her age, violence is not something she's a stranger to. Having lived most of her life toughing it out in the wilderness, concepts such as luxury or extravagance are lost on her, and she would be more than happy to enjoy a simple, peaceful sleep in the crook of a tree branch if the situation called for it.

When it comes to her interactions with others, Senna is sensible, and usually to the point. She does engage in basic deception, to the degree that benefits her, but is just as likely to display a simple honesty when she has no reason to lie. She has a tendency to subtly imitate or go along with others around her, more out of habit than anything else, and this does help her come off as more likeable where otherwise she may seem a little stiff.

She actually does have a sense of humour.

Biography: Orphaned at a young age by an epidemic, Senna was adopted by the local woodsman and hunter, often referred to as the "Shadowcat". He was somewhat of a local legend, but he had a weak spot for kids, and took her in as both his adopted daughter and his student. She took to him immediately, with his quiet coolness and the fleeting warmth of his smiles at the nightly campfires. She looked up to him, as the one who provided for her and who shared cool stories of the adventures of his youth.

From him, she learned the arts of the wilds, and how to live off the land. While she frequently visited the village, she spent much of her time out with her new father in the nearby forests. When she did spend time in the village, she was certainly well-liked by the people there, possibly because her biological parents were quite well liked as well before their demise. She was often jokingly called "Shadowkitten" because of the way she stuck to her adopted father like glue, stalking along in his shadow pretty much whenever they were together.

The older she grew, and the more she learned to do things herself, the more she started to help her father in his work. She never stopped learning, of course, and there was no chance of her catching up to her teacher anytime soon, but about when she reached the age of ten she begun to be able to manage hunts on her own. When she realized she could fend for herself, she would often go for long treks into the woods on her own, and had all sorts of adventures, ranging from the discovery of an ancient tower to a close encounter with a fearsome Grizzly Bear.

When word reached the village of the God's descent, along with it came information on some of the gods that were seen. From this, she learned of the existence of a Ranger Goddess, which perked her interest almost immediately. That said, she probably would never have left if it weren't for her teacher's urging, telling her she should go and make a name for herself under this new Goddess. The entrance to the Labyrinth was close, so she had no issue making her way there, and in contracting with the Goddess she sought.

Now, it was just a matter of what she wanted to do.

Skills:

Sharpened Instincts: Heightened intuition and senses, honed through a life of hunting and outdoor activities. While not on the level of her teacher, Senna is more than capable of using her instincts to seek out and avoid danger in her surroundings, and can usually determine when somebody means her ill will with nothing more than her intuition. She's a bit more perceptive than most, and can easily get a grasp for when something is "wrong" with a situation or place.

Hunting/Tracking: A necessary skill for somebody forced into her position, and a skill that was honed greatly under the tutelage of her Teacher. She can track targets across long distances, find signs of prey movements, or activity, and make use of a range of hunting techniques including trapping, tracking and skinning.

Aptitude and training in stealth is a given. Used for hiding one's presence and making use of environmental features to conceal themselves from detection by foes or allies alike. Control of the body and mind is very important, so a certain degree of natural calm and quiet is to be expected. Footsteps, breathing and movements can easily be masked, allowing for silent approaches or escapes, depending on the situation. Camouflage, misdirection and the hiding of motives are all also possible.

Ranged Combat: An invaluable skill for a hunter, allowing for a fast, accurate kill at a range, if you have the knack for it. With her sharp eyes, careful, calm nature and capable fingers, Senna found that she was more than capable of preforming in Archery and other forms of ranged fighting alike. Able to throw axes or spears effectively, due to her having some training in these areas. Doesn't apply to more complicated weapons, such as throwing knives or chakram.

Survival: A set of skills necessary for survival in the wilderness. Excluding those already mentioned, the skills included are basic first aid, herblore, fishing, wood carving, cooking, shelter creation, fire-starting and straightforward wilderness knowledge. Senna isn't an expert, but she can manage. Not effective at winning, but great at not dying.

Includes a capacity to move through the world and manipulate her limbs in complex manners, necessary for navigating terrain more complex than a clear, open meadow. Allows for feats of advanced mobility like tree-climbing, swimming and generally agile, acrobatic movements. As somebody who spent a great amount of her time outdoors, these skills came to her naturally. She's quite quick on her feet.

Guild: Cernunnos

Equipment:

Throwing Weapons: One steel-tipped spear, usable for throwing or melee combat. Two throwing axes with steel heads.

Bow: A beautiful, hand-crafted bow, perfectly suited for Senna's height. Includes a quiver and cleaning supplies, with 10 steel-tipped arrows on hand.

Survival Gear: Includes rope, string, a pot, a bedroll, fire-starting supplies, a skinning knife, a carving knife, some bandages (and herbs for cleaning wounds), salt, a large skin for water or alcohol, and some basic rations (Dried/Smoked Meats, fruit). Contained in a "Bag".

Currency: One gold, and five silver. Contained in a small, independent purse.

[Fish of Oblivion]

Vincent, the stonefaced wanker.

[Zombehs]

Name: Alexander Roma, “Alex/a”
Title: -----
Age: 19
Gender: Male

Appearance: A face that could be mistaken for a young lady’s is probably what catches most people’s attention first. While not blessed with a large stature, at only 5’7 (1.71m), Alexander does have a taut muscular build that’s easily hidden given his choice of attire.

Given his appearance Alexander has grown quite fond of the uniform and armor. Tabard aside, the steel plate definitely lends an air of authority and intimidation alongside the face guard that reveals only a small part.

Personality: A relatively upbeat individual who enjoys putting forth his 100% whenever practical. Not particularly overbearing, Alexander rarely expects people to keep up, but can get a bit annoyed if no effort is even bothered with. He’s not afraid to push against his limits and will hardly ever complain, but also understands the importance of some R&R occasionally.

Mixes his enthusiasm with a level head, so it’s actually rather easy to calm Alexander down. In the same vein, he is rather slow and hard to anger. There are quite a number of things that do annoy him, from comments about his appearance to violating the law right in front of him, but actually making him mad is an entirely different beast.

If there would be a vice that Alexander would be guilty indulging in it would probably have to be his battlelust. Don’t let the appearance fool you, but he enjoys very little more than a nice fight whether it be friendly or with lives on the line. His carefree nature during these battles, regardless of how serious they actually are, can be somewhat off putting, though he’s learned to control himself better thanks to the criticism of those above him.

Biography: Grew up in one of the largest cities and oldest cities whose walls still stood tall as a reminder of the times where things that warranted it still existed in the world. Always looking upwards, Alexander desired to one day stand atop the massive structure. Despite his girlish appearance even when young, he was just as hardy as any of the other boys and driven by his desire eventually even outpaced many. Course some of the other boys didn’t like that, so scraps became a rather common thing.

Eventually he did join into the City Guard. The fights didn’t stop there though, as growing up had only made his appearance even more questionable. He spent quite a few hours every week proving that he deserved to be there with every other recruit. Some people got the message, others didn’t, a few simply enjoyed a good brawl as Alexander had come to, and there were also a special case here and there...

In the end, he did manage to become part of the Guard and quickly proved himself to be a capable member. His enthusiasm and dedication caught the attention of someone above him and though certain problems with his personality prevented promotion, Alexander did see better equipment and more problematic assignments sooner than other graduates.

With the God’s descent and the opening of the Labyrinth once more though, he’s set his sights beyond the city’s walls.

Skills
Sword and Board: The basic fighting style the Guard is trained in that uses sword in one hand and shield in the other. Alexander is a more offensive-based fight who pushes forward with a flurry of blows and blocks; fluid and always moving. He steps forward to cut strikes short with his shield and even relies on his armor to take strikes if it means an opening he can take advantage of. His weapon, with its lack of handguard, swings just that much faster than an usual sword and his swordplay reflects that small difference.

Many Blows, Strike Fast: Alexander’s unarmed style is also heavily offensive based. Rather than any single powerful strike to put down opponents, he wears and tires down his enemies with swift movements and numerous hits. Sticking to his enemies, refusing any distance, cutting their attacks short, and retaliating when they’re off balance.

Guard on Watch: Not an investigator by any means, there’s a separate squad for that, Alexander nonetheless possesses a keen eye and good situational awareness. Tied in is also greater stamina, both mental and physical, thanks to long shifts being quite common for him. The guard can’t slack just because it’s been ten hours after all!

Clank, clank, I’m catching Up!: While not particularly stealthy given his distinct tabard and noisy armor, Alexander is quite faster than most people would expect. Disregarding acrobatic feats, he’s actually managed to run down a few criminals before they realize what hit them and can keep up a good chase for a substantial amount of time.

Noooo, don’t break!: Alexander is a far cry from a craftsman, but he did learn the basics for how to keep and maintain the various pieces of equipment he may be assigned. While he’s best with what he uses most often, he does have training to service a variety of different armors, weapons, and other things.

Guild: Ares

Equipment (On person)
Belt Pouch (3 Gold, compass, flint and steel.)
Utility knife and canteen hook to his belt as well.
Weapons (Hand-and-half sword, dagger, and round shield.)
Armor/Attire (Partial plate, helmet and hood, gambeson, travel cloak.)
Messenger Pack (Two torches, an oil flask, hooded lantern, rope, small blanket, and a single ration.)
Maint. Supplies (Whetstone, cloths/rags, oil)

All Possessions
Additional weapons. (One short sowrd, and another dagger.)
More thorough maintenance supplies for weapon and armor.
More day-to-day clothing. (Simple tunics, cotton shirts, pants, and boots.)
Additional supplies. (Oil for lantern, toiletries, dried rations, cooking supplies, etc.)
Five Gold in savings for a rainy day.
Hand-and-half sword. (Currently undergoing repair)
Supplies in Wool/Linen Sack (Bedroll and blanket, four torches, two oil flasks, and a hooded lantern attached to exterior with hooks. Pouch of toiletries, rations (4 days), eating utensils, cooking kit, some rope, and extra sets of clothes are stored inside.)

[KarinRobo]

Lynn

Name: Lynnette (Lynn) Loxaerion

Title: :0

Age: 17

Gender: Female

Appearance: i.imgur.com/IU2Dw8w.jpg

Personality: Lynn is the kind of girl who would fit in better as a background character, completely lacking any presence or definable characteristics. Her responses are spoken at a volume barely above a whisper, and she usually takes no initiative to start conversations with others. To her, holding eye contact with someone else is a feat in and of itself. She'd really be a perfect match for Thoth, but unfortunately, a certain someone else took Thoth it wasn't meant to be. She is kind, caring, and innocent to a fault, as a smooth talker with enough common sense could trick her easily. Due to a lack of contact with the outside world, she's also a bit of a crybaby, bursting into tears under pressure. Still, if she opens up to you, she'll be willing to at least hold a conversation.

Biography: As children, Lynn and her 4-year-older sister, Aria, were inseparable. They built snowmen together, ran through the meadows, all that good stuff, etcetera etc. Their wealthy noble parents doted on the two of them, and made sure they received the finest education the town had to offer. Around their adolescent years, though, the gap between the two of them became apparent - Aria was the confident, proactive one, while Lynn spent most of her time inside reading books. At age 20, Aria became a commander underneath the king and found a fiancé, also the child of a noble, while Lynn...was still at home, reading books (and getting yelled at by her parents to get a husband/job). Still, all was well.

Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked Gods descended. Sent by her captain to uncover the Labyrinth's mysteries, Aria joined the guild of Heka and snuck inside. Each time she came home, she brought with her a multitude of treasures and stories.

That is, until a month ago, when Aria stopped coming home. Unable to bear the uncertainty of her sister's fate, Lynn steeled her resolve, using the opening of the Labyrinth as an opportunity to join the same guild as Aria, and set off to find a party who would take her. In order to to find her sister and bring back summer, she'll do anything.

Skills:
General Knowledge: Lynn is a little too well-read. If it's something you can read in a book—math, history, geography, or whatever—there's a good chance she knows it. Unfortunately, this knowledge doesn't extend to matters of the outside world.

Translation: Whether it's ancient texts of a forgotten civilization or pop idol songs for weebs, Lynn is capable of interpreting a good variety of languages and translating to the common tongue.

No Presence: Lynn doesn't stand out very much. She isn't sure if this is an ability or a curse.

Guild: Heka

Equipment:

• 18 gold - Probably a little too much to keep on person, but what the hell, her parents have got plenty more. (She doesn't like asking them, though.)
• Old Staff - Aria left this behind, and Lynn figured it'd be better to take this than to take nothing. She's got no idea how to use it, though.
• Diary - Lynn writes in this at the end of each day, or whenever she needs to save.
• Stuffed Ferret - Kept safely at the bottom of her bag, his name is Adol. ...she needs this to sleep.

[ADamnFiddle]

Name: Elisabetta "Liss" Alidosi

Title: Dank Meme Supreme

Age: 19

Gender: Female

Appearance:

Appearance

Personality: To many, Elisabetta seems to act rather crass and heavy-handed in most situations one would find her in. Unable to proficiently project a semblance of reserve, Elisabetta is someone who could exemplify what an "adventurer", in a more true sense, is. A vagabond who simply acts on their own will. Despite this, Elisabetta seems to care about those around her, though she would most likely never admit or get embarrassed when confronted about the issue.

Biography: Elisabetta was once a member of the Alidosi family, a knight family of prestige. Renowned for their martial prowess and adherence to a strict moral code, they served mainly as bodyguards for high-priority individual who could afford their price. Well off and well maintained, even mishaps occur.

Due to her father's inability to carry out a mission, her family was stripped of her honor and reduced to shambles, her father executed for his neglect.

Although Elisabetta understood that this was a higher will and she would not be able to undo what has been done, she looks for the future, trying to establish her family once again.

Skills:

One-handed Sabers: Alidosi Style: Though most sword styles focus on defending against oppressors in the western sphere, the Alidosi style focuses more on dealing as much damage as possible within a given frame utilizing agility, finesse, and methodical planning.

Cooking: Increases the energy gained from edible items through skillful employment of "cooking".

Counter: A percentage chance that in the event Liss is selected as a target for a damaging attack or spell, she will nullify the damage and land an instantaneous counterattack upon the offender. Percentage chance proportional to the current disposition Liss is in.

Perseverance: A reduction of damage from abilities and moves which graze or "miss vital areas".

Guild: Ares

Magic: N/A (inb4 North America)

Equipment:

Irinai: The sword which was once the symbol of the Alidosi family. A well-constructed sword which seems to shine with an unnatural hue, though due to age and weather, it is beyond a state of disrepair. Despite this, Liss seems to guard it with fervor.

One-handed Saber, Light armor, Small gold left from her family(20), glasses without magnified lenses, A belief in the you who believes in me.

[supertinyking]

Name: Cran the pacifist.

Title:

Age: 30

Gender: Male

Appearance: Cran wears many different outfits, but under he wears chain-mail underneath, constantly. His outfits tend to have one thing in common. They have vibrant colors, both his shirts and pants. His shoes tend to be wooden, oddly enough.
((Picture of for his body type, and face.))

Personality: Cran is kind, forgiving, and peaceful. He is willing to forgive easily, and seeks to help others when he can. However, Cran does enjoy to fight when it is for fun, rather than survival. He makes horrible jokes, and puns, trying to be funny. Some find him annoying, but to others, they may find a wacky friend. He is also a pacifist, not willing to kill another living being. This has lead to him being a vegetarian.

Biography: Cran was born under a different name, but all records of his former life have been erased. As a baby, he was lost when the boat carrying him and his family was sunk by pirate cannon fire. Luckly, for Cran, he was carried by a barrel to land, where on the coast of an island, he was found by a monk. This monk, rather old, knew that Cran would die if just left on the beach, so he took in the baby, and named him Cran, after the letters that could be made out on the barrel that had carried Cran to the island. The monk trained Cran in his religion and martial arts style, focusing on finding inner peace, and protecting life, for all life is sacred.
However, the monk was old. When Cran was about 16, the monk died from old age...but Cran was willing to carry on the teachings of the monk. Creating a raft, Cran sailed out to sea, and was picked up by a passing merchant ship, and carried back to the mainlands. When he heard about the labyrinth opening, he set out, determined to spread the teachings of his friend, the old monk.

Skills:
Pacifistic Martial arts: Learned from his old master, Cran carries on the way of the old monk, his martial arts style centered around defeating his foes without killing them. However, do not mistake this for him not being willing to hurt others, if he has to. His fighting style uses grabs, and holds, in an attempt to make his target pass out by constricting vitals in order to slow the flow of blood to the brain. He knows how to do this with both humanoids, if they follow similar biological laws as humans, and animals, to a lesser extent. If this should fail, he uses on his personal spin on the monk's grapple style, which involves disabling limbs by breaking them, or dislocating them.

Gatherer: Cran is skilled at gathering fruits, and root vegies, as he had to on his island home in the start of his life. He does plant the seeds from the fruits, or replants a part of the root so it can grow on, ect. For him, it's giving back what he takes.

Guild: Begrudgingly, Ares.

Equipment: None, really, other than his clothing and chain mail.